Autumn's Tender: for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
thenowhere
Oct. 5th, 2008 12:38 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wolven7She shreds the pieces of her life, one shattered fragment at a time, carefully and slow, taking care and precision to reduce each one to the essence of what it could possibly be.
Potential. At the heart of everything she does, the potential for the spark, the heat, the blaze, that's what really matters, that's why she keeps cutting, digging, driving in, dragging up toward weaker and weaker daylight.
Dry, now, and everything can get so brittle, without the right amount of time, or maybe with it, just enough so that even the wettest sap turns to hard resin, waiting for a flame.
Is it wrong to search for the hear, in everything, when it can consume you and everything you love, when it can tear you to pieces, and cast you on the winds?
Or is it right to seek a light that warms you, which surrounds everyone you care for in a glow, soft and close, to soften the edges and created a seal, where before there were only jagged pieces and distance?
You wonder, sometimes, will the pulsing molten core of you create new meaning, or destroy everything that stands in your way, and as you strike the match and let the clear bright flame dance in your eyes, you wonder why you should ever have to choose.
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This was written forthenowhere, becacuse she wrote This, for me: http://thenowhere.livejournal.com/695700.html
Here's why:
Four years ago,thenowhere started an amazing meme. This year, I decided to mutate and continue it. Write something for me, that encompasses the mood, the emotion, the feeling of Fall. Two necessary components: Fall and Me. A feeling of me, a thought about me, a way you see me, something you want from me. "Just for me. Post it in your journal so everyone else can see it, too. A sentence, a paragraph. Nanofiction. Short story. A scene, dialogue, a picture described, a moment, anything. Long or short. But it's got to be just for me. Tell the world you wrote it for me, even. Mine.
"Then feel free to put this up in your own journal, and I'll reciprocate."
Potential. At the heart of everything she does, the potential for the spark, the heat, the blaze, that's what really matters, that's why she keeps cutting, digging, driving in, dragging up toward weaker and weaker daylight.
Dry, now, and everything can get so brittle, without the right amount of time, or maybe with it, just enough so that even the wettest sap turns to hard resin, waiting for a flame.
Is it wrong to search for the hear, in everything, when it can consume you and everything you love, when it can tear you to pieces, and cast you on the winds?
Or is it right to seek a light that warms you, which surrounds everyone you care for in a glow, soft and close, to soften the edges and created a seal, where before there were only jagged pieces and distance?
You wonder, sometimes, will the pulsing molten core of you create new meaning, or destroy everything that stands in your way, and as you strike the match and let the clear bright flame dance in your eyes, you wonder why you should ever have to choose.
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This was written for
thenowhere, becacuse she wrote This, for me: http://thenowhere.livejournal.com/695700.htmlHere's why:
Four years ago,
thenowhere started an amazing meme. This year, I decided to mutate and continue it. Write something for me, that encompasses the mood, the emotion, the feeling of Fall. Two necessary components: Fall and Me. A feeling of me, a thought about me, a way you see me, something you want from me. "Just for me. Post it in your journal so everyone else can see it, too. A sentence, a paragraph. Nanofiction. Short story. A scene, dialogue, a picture described, a moment, anything. Long or short. But it's got to be just for me. Tell the world you wrote it for me, even. Mine."Then feel free to put this up in your own journal, and I'll reciprocate."
